C379 Can You Marry Me?

The bedside lamp had already been turned on, and Lee Nanfang had also taken off the hood.

He leaned against the bedside table with the cigarette in his mouth. He stared at Loong Chengcheng playfully while his feet, which smelled like salted fish, rested on the woman's back.

Only now did Loong Chengcheng feel a burning pain on her back